Well, tis finally here. With or without my consent, I'm moving to my grandad's next weekend.
You know what pisses me off the most about all this? The fact that everyone seems to find it in their best interests to make sure it's always in the forefront of my mind.
"Melissa, remember to start packing your room tomorrow."
"Melissa, I wanna be there when you sort your jewellery tomorrow; you have some thing sof mine."
"Hey woman,I wan your old stereo, so leave it here when you move."
Why can't they all just shut the FUCK UP!?!?!?
I hate them all, I hate this! I don't even know why I'm so angry about this, I just am.
Only consolation I can